Category Archives: Poetry

Peddler

Posted on April 10, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

Each town wears the faces he knows so well. They come to him, puffy and pink with eagerness, their hands like platters of gold. They come, too, sharp and shadowed with greed, and the wares they seek are stark as … Continue reading →

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Little Red Spiders

Posted on April 6, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

She stands in a silent field, a whiskey coat with a blaze on her nose, hooves pawing the soft wet ground. Beyond her the hills teem with many legged things that rustle under last Autumn’s leaves and dodge dew drops … Continue reading →

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No Fortune Cookies Here

Posted on April 3, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

A lazy honey bee I cannot be when I am the disembodied stinger in your arm. The one who helps bring fruit to your trees, no, I’m the one who brings you harm. Tripping and tipping over your heavily laden … Continue reading →

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Real or shut

Posted on July 28, 2013 by theminstrelscitadel

“Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?” – Kurt Vonnegut Say something real or shut the fuck up. (That last sentence was … Continue reading →

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Shiva dances in the palm opposite the hand that holds the anger. I join them, all the other clowns, on our high wire of formidable pain. © Tina Zabielski 2011-2019

Posted on July 7, 2013 by theminstrelscitadel | 3 Comments

little green eyed monsters

Posted on July 6, 2013 by theminstrelscitadel

They share the house with us only because we’ve become the live-in maids, you see. We’re not on equal footing here, we belong to them. They are each so masterful at their craft of manipulation and petty tyranny, which is … Continue reading →

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roots and chances

Posted on July 4, 2013 by theminstrelscitadel

who will teach impossibility to the roots of a tree gently lifting the concrete over sweet, sweet time? © Tina Zabielski 2011-2019

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What if every day is Judgement Day? What if the End Time is Every Time? DinosaurTheBlackPlagueHolocaustAIDSEpidemicRwandaUgandaBosniaNigeriaTsunamiHurricane What if Jews were not The Chosen Ones for serial genocide Women were not the punching bag for the world There was no Heaven … Continue reading →

Posted on June 29, 2013 by theminstrelscitadel | 6 Comments

banned by default

Posted on April 20, 2013 by theminstrelscitadel

No, they haven’t banned assault weapons. What they actually did away with was common sense. Oh, and Democracy. That went straight down the crapper, too. Now that Walmart is a person and Congress cast votes in the hopes that they … Continue reading →

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